[Royce Da 5'9"]  Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre mixture  5'9", 6 July, and Asar hits'll  leave the side of your car door with more  Smokin more holes than the Swiss cheese  Bitch please, I'm postponin yo' homie's  older moments, like I stole his future  Hoes know me, I'm no phony  Females'll tell you, "Yeah he cute, but he sho'll shoot ya!"  My heart bleeds the blood of felonies  The blood of Superman, the blood that I've never seen  You seem like the shook type  You ain't a thug so I wanna see what your brains and your blood look like  Fuck is you sick? 'Pac should be pissed  Cause fifty percent of the niggaz suckin his dick is bitch!  I'm against all this name-callin shit  Negro please! Listen to Chris Wallace bitch    [Chorus]  What's beef? Beef is when these rappers be believin they rhymes  And a nigga like me just take it one day at a time  Beef is when you die because of your CD  When I come from your blindside, before you see ME  Beef is when I get jumped by niggaz  And come back to kill 'em, one by one  Beef is the reaper, patiently pacin outside of your pretty house  Today, you figured out, WHAT'S BEEF    [Royce Da 5'9"]  Yeah.. gangsta, ain't this?  Starvin artists that comes with the guns he paint with  All you sorry street rejects  Y'all about to go up in smoke, seats ejectin  (Boom!) Houses come down  Drastic murders is happenin, make a nigga momma mouth come down  [gasp!] The precinct's heated - the cops is mad  because they know who shot yo' ass and they know who can beat it  Above the law, run up on y'all  so quickly and show you what only you and a slug saw  The silence is screwed in front of the .9 Ruger  Quietly shootin what'll hush y'all  I will leave you lying down in a street  Everything around you will be dyin down but the beef  Please believe - my guns'll take you punks  to your maker from my freezin sleeve    [Chorus - 2X]